At Least I’m No Longer Circling the Drain — Live-Tweeted Mystery “The Golden Parachute” Continues

Here are Week 142 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

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“Talk to Dr. Dot or Dr. Dash. They’ll know what’s really going on.” Regi says “We NEED to find my father before something terrible happens.”

“You two can stand here arguing about gravity. Concierge, where is my father’s lab?” “I told you. I don’t know.” “Then I’ll find it myself.”

Regi takes off, disappears around the hall. I follow. As I round the turn the Concierge yells “Wait! I think you’re going the wrong way!”

I race to catch Regi. Running in artificial gravity is hard! I pass the Genetics Museum and the Concierge in front of Farley’s Safe Room.

I press on. After what seems like a revolution I again come upon the Concierge is still standing where I left him. What happened to Regi?

Winded, I stop at a familiar door. This the same ICU room they put me in after my parallel universe parking fugue left me unconscious!

A, my nemesis, tricked me into using multiple devices while driving. I entered a mental fugue and I tried to park in two spaces at the once.

I woke up in this very ICU, prepped for cosmetic surgery. Tethered to an IV and a catheter, I was reduced to watching cartoon fairy tales.

I had forgotten that Body Parts R Us is a surgical hospital AND a cloning research lab. What strange twist of fate has led me back here?

How have my adventures lead me back to this pre-op room? There’s only one way to find out. I try Googling it to no effect. Time for Plan B.

There’s no warning sign on the door so I open it and walk in. Maybe there should be a warning sign. I’m in some sort of telephone closet.

It’s not a closet. Row after row of computer-filled equipment cabinets stretch off into the distance. I’ve wandered into a vast data center!

This isn’t my former hospital room after all. I am alone in a hall filled with computers. I step up to the first cabinet and peer inside.

Not just pcs. Cabinets I first thought contained just computers turn out to also hold a compendium of data peripherals and storage devices.

As I stare into one enormous monitor a pair of eyes appear onscreen and stare back at me. That’s spooky. Unless I’m looking at my own eyes.

I wink and the monitor eyes wink back. I wink the other eye. Ditto the monitor eyes. I close both eyes. Now I’m in the dark. I open my eyes.

The eyes are still there. Really spooky. I glance at other cabinets and eyes stare back from each one. I wink again and they all wink back.

As I stand contemplating which eye to wink next a hand falls on my arm. “Yikes!” I note, jumping a foot in the air. “Yuk! What is all this?”

It’s Regi. “Wait. Don’t tell me.” She points at the monitor in front of us. “That’s my nightmare tonight. That’s my bad dream tomorrow.”

She gestures towards the next case. “And that will haunt me for a month.” She turned to me. “Did I startle you?” “No, the floor is cold.”

“How can you tell? You’re not barefoot.” Time to change the topic. “How did you know I was in here?” “I asked the Concierge where you went.”

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Gravity is Just a Theory — Live-Tweeted Mystery “The Golden Parachute” Continues

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“Who gave the order to turn the square into a circle, and why?” “It had to be Farley Granger. He has the final say on all construction.”

“Farley’s dead.” “He HAD the final say.” “It doesn’t make sense that Farley Granger would order this reconstruction of all these hallways.”

Regi says “Circle or square, why does it matter what shape the hallway is in?” “If I’m correct, it makes all the matter in the universe.”

I stand at the police-taped entrance to Farley’s Safe Room and gesture right and left. “Where have you seen a structure shaped like this?”

The Concierge says “A submarine?” “A circular submarine?” “I mean the closeness and sense of claustrophobia.” Regi says “A hamster habitat?”

They do look like a submarine hamster habitat but that doesn’t support my theory. “These halls look like the Jupiter spacecraft in ‘200l.'”

Regi looks dubious “No they don’t.” “You don’t see it? It’s obvious as the nose on the Concierge’s face.” The Concierge says “No it isn’t.”

Regi says “OK, so it looks like a space ship. What does it mean?” “Someone is trying to generate artificial gravity in Body Parts R Us.”

The Concierge says “That’s ridiculous. We don’t need to generate artificial gravity. We’ve got enough of the natural kind to go around.”

I say “There’s no other possible explanation for why someone would convert square hallways into a circle.” Regi says “What about hamsters?”

What about hamsters? Regi’s question makes me stop and think. It this reconstruction is for hamsters wouldn’t the passages be a lot smaller?

And why would hamsters need artificial gravity anyway? I say “This is bigger than hamsters.” The Concierge says “But just as unlikely.”

“Do you have a better reason for the creation of your circular halls?” “I would know if someone here was generating artificial gravity.”

“You can distinguish artificial from real gravity?” “I don’t. I give both equal weight.” The Concierge’s answer makes me feel light-headed.

He asks “Where does is your artificial gravity come from anyway?” “Just as the Earth rotates on its axis, we are rotating around BP R U.”

Regi says “If there’s artificial reality shouldn’t we feel heavier?” “Artificial reality?” “I said gravity.” “You said reality.” “I didn’t.”

I show Regi my Twitter feed. “See? You said reality.” “That’s what you said I said. Who do you believe, me or your lying Twitter account?”

I don’t have an answer. Luckily I have a solution. “OK. You said gravity. No. You wouldn’t feel heavier if the artificial gravity is 1G.”

“The point is the entire Body Parts R Us building is now one huge centrifuge.” The Concierge says “That makes no sense. Who would do that?”

“Our scientists are involved with cloning body parts. They don’t use artificial gravity to do their work.” “Someone altered your building.”

“These are all very complex things. Gravity where did it come from?” “Isaac Newton discovered gravity. Before him it was a matter of faith.”

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Circling the Square — Live-Tweeted Mystery “The Golden Parachute” Continues

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Regi says “Give me the phone! Dad don’t go in Farley’s Safe Room!” “Don’t worry. I designed every inch of that Safe Room. It can’t hurt me.”

“Dad things have changed!” Still on the phone, Regi takes off down the corridor. “Something sprinkled Uncle Farley spray all over the room!”

I hear the tears in Regi’s voice “I haven’t had a chance to say how much it means to discover you’re still alive and how much I love you!”

“I want to see you again! I want you to make up for the father/daughter moments missed because you were too busy being a scientist/tycoon!”

Should I mention to Regi that she sounds a little passive/aggressive? Before I can she cries “Don’t get vaporized! Dad! Dad? He hung up!”

Running at full speed down the circular hallway, we pass the Concierge who once again is out jogging. He shouts ‘Miss Granger! Mr. Arkaby!”

He’s not at all out of breath as he trots beside us. He says “Well, I didn’t expect you back so soon.” “Granger’s back!” “I can see that.”

“Not Regi Granger, Willum Granger!” “What Willum?” “Yes!” “Willum Granger?” “YES!” “That’s impossible! He was cut in half!” “Not exactly!”

“He wasn’t cut exactly in half?” “He wasn’t cut in half at all.” “Willum Granger is alive and whole?” “For the moment.” Regi cries “Arkaby!”

We stop at the entrance to the Safe Room which is still sealed with police tape. The Concierge says “What do you mean ‘For the moment?'”

“As long as we don’t know who killed Farley Granger, or why, we can assume they will go after Willum Granger when they find out he’s alive.”

“Why would they do that?” “We don’t know.” Regi says “Dad will be OK as long as the killer doesn’t check your Twitter feed.” “Exactly.”

“What if the killer does follow you?” “Good idea!” “Huh?” “Attention Farley Granger killer! Turn yourself in now and we’ll go easy on you!”

“Now we wait.” Regi says “That’s not what I meant. My father is in danger right now!” “You don’t think a tweet is a sufficient deterrent?”

“NO! We must take immediate action!” “Hm. You may be right. Why don’t you get your father on the phone again?” “He’s still not answering.”

“Concierge, which way to my father’s lab?” He says “You don’t know?” “Everything’s different from last time I was here.” “Since yesterday?”

“Yes.” The Concierge looks right and left. Regi says “You don’t know either?” “Why do you think I’m always running around the corridor?”

When first I saw the Concierge circling the Body Parts R Us hallway I thought of a scene from ‘2001 A Space Odyssey’

With the ‘2001’ Jupiter ship in mind I consider anew the BP R U corridors circling Farley’s deadly Safe Room. Whose purpose do they serve?

“Concierge have these halls always been perfectly circular?” “No. They used to be squared. When I jogged I had to slow down at the corners.”

“Who ordered the change?” “I don’t know.” “Aren’t you in charge of the business side of Body Parts R Us?” “ME? I’m just the Concierge.”

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Irregular Driving — Live-Tweeted Mystery “The Golden Parachute” Continues

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“WHY ARE YOU STOPPING AGAIN?” “You’re still shouting. I’m still solving this Twitter problem.” “TWITTER’S NOT WHAT’S IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW!”

Regi says “Arkaby, if you have no WIFI, how are you tweeting?” “That’s the Twitter problem I’m trying to solve.” “Hmm. Why don’t I drive?”

Regi climbs on my lap. She says “Is that a cell phone in your pocket or are you happy to see me?” I show her the cell phone in my hand.

Through gritted teeth I say “You’re on my keys.” Giggling, Regi replies “Your keys are in the ignition.” “So they are.” Granger says “Ahem!”

“I’m still back here.” I shift over to the passenger seat. Regi smiles at me, leans back to pat her father’s arm and puts the car in gear.

I’ve GOT to restore WIFI before we get to Body Parts R Us. If the paradigm has shifted, my Twitter feed may be the only link to our reality!

It’s all up to me. If I don’t restore my Twitter feed before we get to Body Parts R Us, who knows what era of history we’ll step out into?

Still no signal! Time is of the essence or who knows what time it will be! Regi slides the car into a empty spot “We’re here!” Times up!

“I still can’t get WIFI. Drive around.” “You have no signal?” “None.” “Did you check if you’re in Airplane Mode?” “Don’t be redic…Umm.”

Opps! I tap my phone and the WIFI icon lights up. All my stored tweets pour out onto the Internet. Regi smiles and hands me my car keys.

“That could happen to anyone.” “Uh huh. We weren’t flying.” “Let’s get your father inside.” We turn to the backseat. Willum Granger is gone!

Before we react to his disappearance my phone rings. “Hello?” “This is Granger. Have you two sorted out your phone service? I’m in my lab.”

“You can’t go in there alone!” “I can and I did.” Regi takes the phone “Dad! Your life is in danger! Uncle Farley was killed in there!”

As we rush toward the entrance I say “Why did you leave?” “I got bored. You spend too much time on Twitter.” “Don’t go near the Safe Room!”

We enter the circular hallway girdling the Body Parts R Us complex. Stretching off everywhere right and left are signs of reconstruction.

“Which way to your father’s lab?’ Regi looks right and left and says “I don’t know. This is completely different from last time I was here.”

“Since yesterday?” “Yes.” “It’s changed that much?” “Yes.” From my phone Granger says “I’m still here. Go right.” “My right or your right?”

Granger doesn’t reply at first. “How would you know which is my right way?” “You’re the one directing. Do you know the right way or not?”

“I know your right way. I don’t know if you know my right way.” “I don’t. That’s why I’m asking.” I don’t either.” “Don’t what?” “Know.”

After a moment I sort that out. “What don’t you know?” “I don’t know if you know my right from my left.” “Then why are you wasting my time?”

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Parallel Universe Parking — Live-Tweeted Mystery “The Golden Parachute” Continues


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Here are Week 138 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

“Not quite? Either I’m immortal or I’m not! There’s no not quite immortal.” “Arkaby is trying to say we don’t know yet if you are immortal.”

“We’ll just have to wait and see.” “Humph!” I say “One thing is certain. Final disposition of your body will be a whole new undertaking.”

“Arkaby is trying to say your clone is completely intact.” “The body you found hasn’t decomposed?” “You may be mortal but imperishable.”

I say “Was that what you were trying to accomplish with all your DNA manipulation?” “No! Why would I want to make my corpse indestructible?”

“I figured you went with rewriting your DNA as palindromes and the non-decaying corpse was an unintended consequence.” “That’s ridiculous!”

We get in my car. I step on the gas and head for Body Parts R Us. Then I pull over to send this tweet. Granger says “What are you doing?”

“I shouldn’t drive and tweet at the same time.” “Must you tweet? This will take forever!” “It’s better than the alternative.” “What’s that?”

“What happens if you drive-tweet?” “I have a tendency to out-of-body experiences.” “You lose your mind?” Regi says “More like the opposite.”

“He loses his body?” I say “Not exactly. I may enter a multitasking fugue. Last time it happened I attempted parallel universe parking.”

“What’s parallel universe parking?” “My mind left my body and I tried to park in two different spots at once.” Granger looks unconvinced.

I continue “That’s how I ended up prepped for surgery at Body Parts R Us.” “You couldn’t get your mind and your body back together again?”

“No. The guy I cut off for the second spot decked me. I’m not going to risk that again.” After a moment Granger says “We could call a cab.”

“No. I got this.” Regi says “What’s our plan?” “I’ll let you know as soon as I have one.” Granger says “I want to see Farley’s Safe Room.”

“There’s not much to see. Just an empty room with pink-coated furnishings. He wasn’t much of an interior decorator before he was vaporized.”

“We’re stopping again?” “For a moment. Damn!” “At a loss for words to tweet?” “No. I don’t have signal. I must have stopped in a dead zone.”

“You can’t tweet?” “No signal.” “Can we go?” “In a minute. I’m switching to cellular. Damn!” “Still can’t tweet?” “I’m not getting through.”

Regi says “Did you check your battery?” “Battery’s good. No signal.” “If you move the car, maybe your reception will improve.” “Good idea.”

I get no WIFI signal at any other stopping point on the way to Body Parts R Us. Could the entire Internet be down? How could that happen?

I say “It happened again!” Regi says “What’s happened?” “There is only one explanation for this WIFI blackout. We’ve phased in time again.”

Granger says “No!” “I’ve got this covered.” “No!” “Yes. We’ve been through this before. To unphase I just review my Twitter feed and…uh oh.”

Regi says “How can you review your Twitter feed if you have no WIFI?” “I got that.” Granger says “NO!” “Can you ask your Dad not to shout?”

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A Real Down-to-Earth Guy — Live-Tweeted Mystery “The Golden Parachute” Continues

Here are Week 137 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

“As a Dickensian other-worldly visitation it made perfect sense that you’d exhort me to save the world from a time-altering paradigm shift.”

“It did?” “Sure. What always struck me as odd was your insistence I find Regi and return her to the States. Why would a ghost want that?”

“I never said I was a ghost.” “Yes you did.” Again I scroll back through my Twitter feed. I read “‘You’re not a ghost?’ You replied ‘No.'”

“That’s quite ambiguous. Did you mean ‘No, I’m not a ghost’, or ‘No, I am a ghost’?” Willum says “I see where it might confuse some people.”

“You left open the question of whether you were a clone and I took it from there.” “Where did you take it?” “I called Body Parts R Us.”

“You called BP R U? Why?” “To ask Dot or Dash if they had built a clone of you.” “That’s not how cloning works.” “That’s what they said.”

Regi says “There’s so much I don’t understand. If that wasn’t you severed by A’s malpractice, who was it? Was that what happened to Stuart?”

Willum says “That wasn’t Stuart. Those were my own cloned parts from the lab. I don’t know what happened to him. I assume he’s really dead.”

“What about Farley?” “That wasn’t me.” I say “Despite defenses someone got to him.” “He should have known you can run but you can’t hide.”

Is that right? Isn’t it you can hide but can’t run? I’m not sure how many surgeries Granger endured, but I think something still is loose.

Before I can consult my urban dictionary, Regi says “Why did you stay away so long?” “I had to be sure you were safe before I could act.”

“Safe from what?” “I know it sounds crazy, but everything I said to Arkaby is true. Some one or thing is bringing about a paradigm shift.”

“After all we’ve seen, it doesn’t sound at all crazy. What’s our next move?” They look at me. I say “We return to the seen of the crime.”

They stare at me in confusion. Finally Willum says “Which scene of which crime?” “I’ve got the heat breathing down my neck about Farley.”

“Heat? Oh yes, your own department head accused you of Farley’s murder. Why did they do that?” Regi says “He forced us into his Safe Room.”

“That’s a motive?” “Farley shot at me but hit Regi.” Regi holds up a bandaged arm. “Ah. Then why did they blame you?” “They don’t like me.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Nobody likes a smart aleck, even if he’s just returned from the dead. Regi says “Oh, he’s likable enough.”

“One thing bothers me. If that wasn’t you we found severed that day, how did your body end up at Regi’s medical school?” “That wasn’t me.”

Regi says “We figured that. Who was it?” “I don’t know. I assume my clone parts were buried at the Founder’s Memorial Cemetery, as planned.”

I say “They had a dead start at Founder’s, but they walked. That’s not the weird part. They were your clone parts and they didn’t decay.”

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Knock Knock — Live-Tweeted Mystery “The Golden Parachute” Continues

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There’s only one way for me to find out. It’s a long shot but I have to take it. I say “What was the very first thing you ever said to me?”

Stuart says “How am I supposed to remember that?” I take out my cell phone and scroll to the beginning of my Twitter account. “Read this.”

Looking doubtful, Stuart reads “Knock knock?” and looks up at me. I seize the moment and reply “Who’s there?” “WILLUM GRANGER GODDAMNIT!”

“Willum Granger Goddamnit who?” “ME!” It IS Willum Granger! Regi whispers “Dad?” “Yes. It’s me.” “I don’t believe it. How are you alive?”

“It’s a complicated story.” “They all are. Dad had a birthmark on his butt shaped like Philadelphia. Prove who you are. Show me your butt.”

“My butt?” “Yes. We found the Philadelphia birthmark on the cadaver in my med school’s autopsy lab. Until I see yours, that’s my father.”

“As your father’s identical triplet, wouldn’t Stuart have the same birthmark?” “Triplets don’t have the same birthmarks or fingerprints.”

“How can they be identical triplets if they aren’t identical?” “They’re identical in appearance but not in everything.” “So, not identical.”

“Some twins are mirror images.” “Are their birthmarks also mirrored? Would they be like Philadelphia and Camden?” “It doesn’t work that way”

Stuart says “Good grief!” and pulls down his pants. The birthmark on his butt looks like the City of Brotherly Love. Maybe he isn’t Stuart.

“Regi says “It IS Philadelphia. OH MY GOD! DAD!?” “Are you sure? It looks like Houston.” Stuart/Willum says “It’s Philadelphia Goddamnit!”

Regi says “I never cared for Philadelphia.” “Camden’s not great either. What was your father’s connection?” “None. It was just a birthmark.”

“I may be sick!” “You’re a cop. Get a grip” “No thanks.” Willum pulls up his pants. Regi says “Dad. How can you be intact and be here?”

“Do you finally believe I am your father?” Regi hesitates and then goes over and hugs Willum. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “To keep you safe.”

I say “You are Willum in the flesh?” “I am.” “You faked your death and made A the fall guy?” “I did.” “You have super powers?” “I don’t.”

“No powers? Isn’t it true you rewrote all your DNA into palindromes?” “The reports of my DNA palindromage have been greatly exaggerated.”

“Both your wife and daughter have names that are the same backwards and forwards. How can you claim you’re not obsessed with palindromes?”

“Their names are palindromes? News to me.” “Rachel Lechar? Regna RG Granger?” “Now that you mention it.” “You deny it?” “Do geese see God?”

“That’s a palindrome too!” Willum shrugs. Regi says “Who cares? Dad, why did you fake your own death and hide from us all these years?”

“And why come out of hiding now?” “I didn’t know that Farley had been murdered.” “Vaporized.” “Yes vaporized.” “In his Safe Room.” “I KNOW!”

Willum turns to me “You knew. What gave me away?” “A couple of things. When I thought you were a ghost it made sense that you’d visit me.”

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Will the Real Willum Granger Please Stand Up? — Live-Tweeted Mystery “The Golden Parachute” Continues

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Here are Week 135 @Twitstery tweets of The Golden Parachute, the amazing new sequel to Executive Severance!

I was called to the scene of an apparent homicide. We ID’d the body as that of one Willum Granger who, when discovered, was beside himself.

That is, his top half was right next to his bottom. Shifting into detective mode, I never considered that we had the wrong body of evidence.

Now I wonder whose body was it? If he wasn’t in pieces on the pavement then maybe it he wasn’t put back together again at Regi’s med school.

According to his evil twin Farley, Willum used his cloning lab to swap every body organ with enhanced parts to confront for the Singularity.

Rejecting resistance, Farley hid in a safe room and died hideously. Not long after, a third twin brother returns miraculously from the dead.

It was Stuart, making the same claims of a Singularity paradigm shift that supposedly concerned Willum. In addition he was looking for Regi!

The truth hits me like a swift gut punch! Though misled all along by body double confusion, at the last I reach an inescapable conclusion.

If only I had a schilling for every time the truth hits me like that! “Tell me Stuart, why were you obsessed with bringing Regi back home?”

“I wasn’t obsessed.” “Yet you offered me $50K to find her. Regi, before you get upset let me say I would have taken the case for half that.”

Carefully studying Stuart’s face for possibly the first time, Regi gasps in horror and amazement. She says “Arkaby what are you suggesting?”

“I’d have found you for $25,000.” “I mean is Stuart who I think he is?” “Yes. All the evidence indicates Stuart is really Walter Pidgeon.”

We fall into a stunned silence to consider my revelation. Then Regi says “Wait. WHAT?” Stuart says “No Goddamnit! I’m not Walter Pidgeon!”

Regi says “Walter Pidgeon died years ago! How can he be Walter Pidgeon?” Stuart says “I’m Willum!” I say “He LOOKS like Walter Pidgeon!”

“That doesn’t make him Walter Pidgeon!” “It doesn’t NOT make him!” “LOTS of things not make him Walter Pidgeon!” Stuart says “I’m WILLUM!”

I say “Not things like what?” “Like Walter Pidgeon is not living!” “I’ll grant you that’s a problem. If he’s not Walter Pidgeon, who is he?”

Another stretch of silence. Finally I say “What was it you just said?” Stuart waits as if he expects to be interrupted. “I’m Willum” he says.

“Wait. WHAT?” “I’m Willum Granger.’ “No you’re not.” “Yes I am.” “You look like Walter Pidgeon.” He frowns. “Willum Granger died years ago!”

“I’m Willum!” “How can you be Willum Granger?” Regi says “He LOOKS like my dad” “That doesn’t make him your dad!” “It doesn’t not make him!”

“I’m WILLUM” “That’s ridiculous!” “More ridiculous that me being Walter Pidgeon?” I have to think about that. What cruel game is he playing?

It’s true Walter Pidgeon is dead so it’s unlikely he’s standing in my living room. However, I saw Granger’s body—split and later recombined.

Regi and I smuggled his unsevered body out of her Caribbean med school autopsy lab and off island. How could he be alive after all that?

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Monsters From the Id! — Live-Tweeted Mystery “The Golden Parachute” Continues

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I turn to Stuart. “There’s something you’re not telling us. Regi has an inkling, but she’s not sure. That’s why you two have been fighting.”

Regi says “What are you doing?” “Getting to the bottom of things.” “Why?” “That’s what we detectives do. We get to the bottom of things.”

Stuart edges towards the door. I say “What’s the hurry?” “No hurry but it’s quite late and…” “Why don’t you tell Regi who you really are?”

Regi says “I hope to God you know what you’re doing.” I don’t respond but continue staring at the individual who calls himself ‘Stuart.’

He says “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about.” Regi says “What the point of confronting him now? Why are you doing this?”

“Because, my own true love, I’ve got to keep track of all this dizzy affair’s loose ends if I’m ever going to make heads or tails of it.”

“I’d have deduced the truth about him when he first materialized had his resemblance to Willum Granger not thrown me off the scent.”

He says “Ha! That I doubt!” Undaunted I continue “I convinced myself you were Granger’s ghost come seeking vengeance from beyond the grave.”

“Maybe my visitor was a Granger clone, assembled with the parts left over from his ill-advised self-enhancement.” Stuart snorts derisively.

“I wasn’t fooled. I’d always thought Willum resembled a dopey-looking Walter Pigeon, especially as he appeared in Forbidden Planet (1952).”

Regi says “You’re drifting off target. What does a Sci-Fi flick about a destructive mind enhancing super machine have to do with my father?”

“The truth was in front of me from the beginning, like the Krell Machine in Forbidden Planet. Also, your father looked like Walter Pidgeon.”

“You really think he resembled Walter Pidgeon?” I held up my phone “Decide yourself. Here’s a sketch of your father:”

Regi studies the image “My father looks like Stuart.” Stuart says “We’re twins!” I swipe the image. “Here’s Pidgeon:”
The photo shows a movie scene of Pidgeon standing next to Robby the Robot. “That’s a robot!” “No. The guy next to the robot.” “Oh. Yeah.”

“Walter Pidgeon does look like my father. And you too Uncle.” She shows my phone photo to Stuart. He says “I don’t see any resemblance.”

Regi hands me back my phone “What does it matter who my father looked like? He’s dead!” “I believe Stuart isn’t who he says he is.” “Huh?”

“He’s misled us from the beginning!” “Mislead us how?” “”Look at the evidence. You don’t hear from Stuart for years. You think he is dead.”

“Then your father is brutally murdered under puzzling circumstances.” “Puzzling?” “In the sense that he was cut into pieces.” “Not funny.”

“Exactly. Just gruesome enough that we wouldn’t pay attention while A performed the autopsy.” “A murdered my father!” “He thought he did.”

“It always seemed to me too complicated and fantastic for A to murder Granger with fast-dissolving sutures and the Call to Post ring tone.”

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Playing Square — Live-Tweeted Mystery “The Golden Parachute” Continues

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Here it is: “‘Didn’t you use fast-dissolving sutures around his middle to close him up?’ ‘No.'” That can’t be right! I check the next tweet.

I asked A “Then didn’t you change his cell ringtone to ‘Call to Post?’ A answered ‘Ridiculous!’ when he once had bragged about the murder.

Now Stuart suggests A wasn’t the proximate cause of Willum’s death. If this is true, A is innocent, though still guilty of attempted murder.

I say to Regi “Is this is why you hit him?” “This jerk comes from nowhere, plays you for a fool and trashes my dad’s killer’s conviction.”

“He didn’t play me for a fool.” “Yes he did.” Stuart says “Forest for the trees. AI computer for the microchips. Focus on what’s important!”

“The Singularity is a glorious golden falcon encrusted from head to feet with the finest jewels which has acquired a coat of black enamel.”

“To the typical observer it looks like nothing more than a statuesque black supercomputer.” “In one box?” “Hence ‘Singularity’.” “I don’t…”

“In that disguise it has, you might say, kicked around for a score of years by private owners too stupid to see what it was under the skin.”

“Are you saying the entire Singularity resides in a single computer system?” “You begin to believe me a little?” “I haven’t said I didn’t.”

“Haven’t said I did either.” Regi says “Well I don’t! You’re being too literal with the word ‘Singularity.’ It doesn’t mean a single thing!”

Stuart closes his eyes and smiles complacently at inner thoughts. “The Singularity may well encompass the entire World Wide Web. However…”

Regi says “If the AI is already in the cloud then we’re too late.” Stuart takes a sip of coffee, pats his mouth with a napkin. “Maybe not.”

“If our great black bird of a Singularity indeed took flight, we have only to find the right fowl hunter.” Stuart and Regi look over at me.

I double take. “Who, me?” They continue to stare. “That isn’t fair! What do I know about computers?” “Fair is fowl and fowl is fair game”

“Fair is foul? What does that even mean?” “If the AI does indeed reside in a single server we may have an opportunity to nip it in the bud.”

“Confronting a Web-based AI is nipping it in the bud? If the Singularity is duplicitous I’ll never find out by giving it the third degree.”

Regi says “Arkaby, I’ve never seen you hesitate on a case. Do you believe Stuart’s cock and bull story about an AI taking over the world?”

“Some one or thing killed Farley. I don’t care about Stuart’s Singularity. I intend to find out who or what did it.” “Where will we start?”

“That all depends on Stuart, whether he’s ready to come clean with us.” Stuart double takes. “Who, me?” Regi and I stare. “That isn’t fair!”

Stuart stands up “You accuse me of lying?” “I do. You’ve never played square with me for half an hour at a stretch since I’ve known you!”

Regi says “What makes you suspicious of Stuart?” “Did you just miss the ‘never playing square with me for half an hour at a stretch’ part?”

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